karibu to 1key's music

Lyrics

Prod/Mix/Mast by Nicolas
Writen & Exec Prod by Ngangare Eric "1key"
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[Verse 1]
Expectations oblige I slide in the hole
Listen, the key is to widen the door
I'm pushing against all odds, against my own, against my lows
I'm putting holes in my traumas to grow high hopes
My struggle is instrumental, my voice in tune with my soul
One-man band, I rep my own norms in a brand new artform
Independence be my goals, no strings attached like a dongle
Son of Zuba & Nyiragongo, hot lava, you can't handle
Pound for pound I'm breaking my chains blow by blow
I come from a line of people who don't settle
Even with broken heels I still run these hills like an erosion, can't stop the flow

I'm growing high hopes
For the kids going through all kinds of troubles
I'm growing high hopes
For my folks who got hit by life struggles
I'm growing high hopes

[Verse 2]
Linear storyline from a reject to a rebel
With time, the volcanic rock turns into a pebble
Started running out of fear, son, now I fear running out of reason
On the path of uncertainties, I became homies with my demons
In search of my identities, I found my freedoms
Shat blood in my pants before my body shutdown
Ain't no shame, my chin up in the worst shitty showdown
City to village, my solo shows are live for real
Shocker, in Yaoundé I set the Bible on fire for real
Ye, I did Alkeymie through the wire with no deal
Y'all corny talking juju like my superpower ain't no will

I'm growing high hopes
For the kids going through all kinds of troubles
I'm growing high hopes
For my folks who got hit by life struggles
I'm growing high hopes

[Verse 3]
Listen! Talk is cheap if you're cheap. Period!
Everybody gets deep in their sleep - you dig?
Poetry didn't change my life, I simply put it in line
It's always been my time, born a star, I live to shine
This show is a glimpse of my light, I'm stepping into my prime
About to clone this tuna sandwich, now watch numbers multiply
Everybody got a story to pitch for a dime
I could've been stuck in a cubicle, but ain't no box that can hold my mind
I'm a loose cannon, mess with me now regret it later
Get skinned alive with me now, forget it later
Trust me I can really show you how to flip pain into gain
Turn scars into art so beautiful people would hurt just to emulate

I'm growing high hopes
For the kids going through all kinds of troubles
I'm growing high hopes
For my folks who got hit by life struggles
I'm growing high hopes

[Outro: Anonymous]